Rachel Wiley is a morbidly obese poet who found someone to love. She is STILL complaining. Apparently, he sucks because she's still insecure and doesn't believe him when he gives her compliments. These people are harder to please than radical Islam. Even her ego is obese.
Also, why do all poets talk with that same annoying cadence? Every sentence sounds like a 17th Century court jester announcing to the kingdom that he's a gay.